Stak On My Belt (feat. Wale, Birdman & Whole Slab)

[Takbar]

Self-Made niggas man, you already know

I remember we use to watch the coke dry

Now a nigga crib gotta a boat dock

MMG navy nigga, high tide sellers

D.C. air-force, G-5s are better, you already know nigga

All gold sky-dwellers, fly nigga shit

Bel Air sippin', Ciroc pissin', foreign car dippin'

Young black millionaires nigga, we build the empires

[Rick Ross]

I spend a stack on my belt, I swear you niggas are watching

I gave a stack to my bitch, she the shit out the project

Spend a stack on my belt, therefore you bitches are stalking

A half a mill on the car, that's why you niggas are talking

Spend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was flogging

Spend a stack on my belt, and you could still see my boxers

Spend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your deposits

Stack on the belt, double M this shit popping

Spend a stack on my belt, got bitches asking my name

Spend a stack on the belt, she like fuck how we came?

Double R in the front, ya'll niggas stay in your lane

Spend a stack on my belt, don't even ask 'bout the change

Spend a stack on the belt, cause I knew she a wife

Spend a stack on the belt, cause my fooleys on time

Spend a stack on the belt, I got your bitch on my mind

The world is mine

I spend a stack on my belt, I swear you niggas are watching

I gave a stack to my bitch, she the shit out the project

Spend a stack on my belt, therefore you bitches are stalking

A half a mill on the car, that's why you niggas are talking

Spend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was flogging

Spend a stack on my belt, and you could still see my boxers

Spend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your deposits

Stack on the belt, double M this shit popping

[Wale]

Spend a stack on my belt, better tell these rappers to chill

Hold up that's Hermes, more H and I be more trap, that's for real

And I got mosquino

Ye ain't know that R.I.P. flow? Here it go

That type of freak show with three shones

Then we don't need no more help

That Givenchy go for three, just me Rozay and the clique

I make these bitches suck on Cs

You make them suck on there teeth, let's get it

Ralph, cloudin', we out, they bounce

We hit, ad-lib, your bitch, her mouth

Stack on the belt, just know that's nothing to me

My soldiers real in the 'ville, you WWE

Of course we see them, punks faking

But we leave them, slumped, shaking

Don't believe your Kane stories, I should leave ya'll undertaking

A stack on my belt, 250 my ride

Went from renting these motherfuckers to owning 4 with no miles

I pray my souls is intact, passion in the bulk of my rhyme

And when I hit that heat game I'm this close to LeBron

I'm gone

[Rick Ross]

I spend a stack on my belt, I swear you niggas are watching

I gave a stack to my bitch, she the shit out the project

Spend a stack on my belt, therefore you bitches are stalking

A half a mill on the car, that's why you niggas are talking

Spend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was flogging

Spend a stack on my belt, and you could still see my boxers

Spend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your deposits

Stack on the belt, double M this shit popping

[Whole Slab]

I'm burning the back, I'm swerving Maybach

I Versace'd my belt, I done Hermes my flag

Got a stack around my waist, keep my bitch on the leash

She gon' eat this head up, on this dick she gon' feast

Time fuck with the pleats, my place is packed

Red hoes in my stable, yeah my babies is bad

She spent a stack on my belt, now she calling me father

Stingray Balenciagas, giving mollies to models

I manage these strippers, Giuseppe's with zippers

Playing with the whole slab, niggas started with niggas

Rose gold on my wrist, rose gold on my shades

Spend a stack on my belt, 100 done on my face

[Birdman]

Spend a stack on my belt, so I could stunt when I shine

Get the mac off the shelf, keep these pussies in line

Spend a stack on my belt, 10 at the bar

Blow a mill on a whip serving niggas that raw

Spend a stack on the belt, Versace my kind

Put 5 on his life, put 5 in his mind

Spend a stack on the belt, bitch we them real niggas

Plaques on the wall, born to kill niggas - BLAAAT~!

[Sam Sneak]

Stack on that belt, ho {M-M-M}

Stack on that belt, ho {M-M}

Spend a stack on the belt, ho

Gotta stack for the freak show

On her knees and she open like a (dyke!)

[Birdman]

Double M, YMCMB boy - BLAAAT~! {Maybach Music}